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Author Archives: ericmcclanahan
“The Clock strikes hope and time to bring / but it’s turning into a beast like you”
I spend all my time looking forward. I don’t want my present; it’s hardly a gift. I think ahead to a time when I won’t be so destitute broke and all the wonderful things I’ll do. A time when I … Continue reading
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“Seaside and down on the wayside”
My dreams are volatile, the skin I’m in screaming for claws. I’ve been acutely aware of my femoral artery lately; it undulates in my body when the world slows down, singing to my fingernails, nearby blades, shards of porcelain. Inside … Continue reading
Mid-year update (sort of)
So, here we are, it’s May 6th. How am I doing with my New Year’s Resolutions? Okay, I guess. I unfortunately don’t have much to say. It’s not that I don’t have thoughts or issues or whatnot; if anything, there’s … Continue reading
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“That he’d gotten all he wanted / a crowd to watch him bare the pain”
Wherein I type one sentence… Continue reading
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“Well, me, it’s nice talking to myself / a credit to dementia”
Wherein I meet the man charged with keeping me sane… Continue reading
“Have a seat, a cup of wine, have a good cry”
Wherein I lose my shit and gain my sanity… Continue reading
“They keep calling me…”
Wherein I say all the things in text that I can’t say in person… Continue reading
“Don’t fret, precious; I’m here / step away from the window”
Wherein I lose my shit… Continue reading
“I’m getting hungry / peel me a grape”
Wherein I punctuate January and ask for reprieve… Continue reading
“Swallow whole / lose myself in you”
Wherein I start talking about my depression and then get all self-entitled-ish, which as much as I appreciate, I honestly never thought I’d be a proponet of… Continue reading
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Tagged Angry, Buddhism, death, family, isolation, life, loss, love, major depression, music is my drug, physical symptoms of depression, Sadness, separation, The Blind, Too Much Thinking
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